Just a short little drabble that came to mind at the end of this week's episode. I wanted to cry! Agh! The powers that be just aren't seeing what's really there, damn them! No worries, I've been making plans to "fix" this in my Story of Us series...but just a little sadness and Ollie angst for now...
"Did you ever intend to tell me?" Tommy asked me bitterly.
I hadn't. I wouldn't have. I knew it. He knew it. My subtle shake of my head destroyed everything that I had been trying to work towards since I got back. He had trusted me one hundred percent when I showed him who I was, when I told him I could save his father. But he wouldn't trust me ever again. And that, more than Helena, more than Thea, more than Laurel, hurt as much as that first original arrow that Yao Fe had sent through my shoulder. That my best friend, the man I loved more than I ever had realized no longer would look me in the face and not wonder whether I told a truth or a lie.
As he walked away, I wanted to catch his arm and tell him I was sorry. But I knew it was too soon. I knew in that moment, it was also too late.
I know, short...that's what a drabble is...but I just felt the need to post this as is...